What home means to me
Home isn’t just a roof over my head, it’s a feeling when I walk in the door. Home is what keeps me safe at night and is where I can smile and feel happy. Every day I wake up in the same place wondering what will happen today, and sometimes I wake up and say to myself, “I wonder what it’s like not having a home?” When I think of that it just breaks my heart. And that’s why I’m writing this paragraph today, to help Habitat for Humanity! Everyone deserves a home and everyone NEEDS a home. It’s not fair when I see people sitting on the side of the street, shivering with only a little blanket. We need to make a massive change in this world. And that is what home means to me!